Anasazi Heart      May, 2003

When the sun goes down
It climbs up the canyon walls
Disclosing each layer like a book
Ancient stories
Too old for me to read
Too archaic to decipher
Too vast to comprehend
I can only carry out small manuscripts
Token rocks to remind me of the journey
a chronic trespasser and a girl scout with no merit badges on her sash
Struggling with their own dimension
                             their own relationship
Far from the meadowlarks song
We plod thru the cold water and hot silica sand, gray, red, brown
Awaken to the tune of the canyon wren
Embrace the Anasazi heart

There were times when I thought of everything
                                                           of everyone
Took the bull by the horns
Brought the hammer down
         and Lois, I never lie
In the end
The Anasazi heart
The dreams of Bula land, Desert
By Latter Day Saints
Coveting freedom by conquering the elements
Is this what you had in mind John Wesley
A Lake named after you
Shores teeming with city escapees
RE-CREATING themselves
Surviving by a thin thread of asphalt
Pumping into the Anasazi heart

In the end
You have to leave
And no one knows why
Something about
The Anasazi heart